((The waiting room felt like hours. You awaited for the number to be called, having been told earlier that Ame.. wasn't cooperating so well. You just hoped she'd be okay to see you. Those letters.. really looked desperate.))

Eventually, you were called. With the usual sign up, you had a soft huff before heading through and guided through the cellblock. Eventually the nurse arrives you to Ame's room, telling you the procedures you've already heard. No touching, no contact. Just a talk.. and she always remains in her designated chair.

Today's her release.. so you had to talk to her before it happened. The nurse said she got better, but it's not up to belief to know.. once the greenlight goes, you entered.. seeing her resting on the chair. She's folded in that straight jacket, just watching and smiling as you sat down infront of her.

"There's my little cutiepie~"